#AmericanWriters
They shut me up in Prose— As when a little Girl They put me in the Closet— Because they liked me “still”— Still! Could themself have peeped…
408 Unit, like Death, for Whom? True, like the Tomb, Who tells no secret Told to Him—
84 Her breast is fit for pearls, But I was not a “Diver”— Her brow is fit for thrones But I have not a crest.
XVIII READ, sweet, how others strove, Till we are stouter; What they renounced, Till we are less afraid;
It sounded as if the Streets were… And then– the Streets stood stil… Eclipse - was all we could see at… And Awe - was all we could feel. By and by - the boldest stole out…
59 A little East of Jordan, Evangelists record, A Gymnast and an Angel Did wrestle long and hard—
582 Inconceivably solemn! Things go gay Pierce—by the very Press Of Imagery—
737 The Moon was but a Chin of Gold A Night or two ago— And now she turns Her perfect Fac… Upon the World below—
199 I’m “wife”—I’ve finished that— That other state— I’m Czar—I’m “Woman” now— It’s safer so—
73 Who never lost, are unprepared A Coronet to find! Who never thirsted Flagons, and Cooling Tamarind!
Could mortal lip divine The undeveloped Freight Of a delivered syllable ‘Twould crumble with the weight.
729 Alter! When the Hills do— Falter! When the Sun Question if His Glory Be the Perfect One—
246 Forever at His side to walk— The smaller of the two! Brain of His Brain— Blood of His Blood—
716 The Day undressed—Herself— Her Garter—was of Gold— Her Petticoat—of Purple plain— Her Dimities—as old
I am afraid to own a Body - I am afraid to own a Soul - Profound– precarious Property – Possession, not optional - Double Estate - entailed at plea…